Thursday, March 30, 2006

There's nothing like the taste of sweet victory to make a day feel THAT much better.
I just received a phone call from the property manager regarding Old No.5 and the violation notice, and in short I was reassured that the letter has been removed from our file, that she is now more aware of our "situation" regarding Old No. 5 and her campaign to remove us from our home, and that we need not worry about the many baseless accusations that are apparently routinely being made against us.
Routinely?
Really?
How is it possible that we routinely cause problems when we stay as far away from this woman as deemed necessary?
Routinely?
Unreal.
Un-fucking-real.
You know something, if I weren't on medication, I could almost guarantee I would "routinely" exact revenge on her and her dopy ass boyfriend. But I am, so I don't. Not only that, as much as she pisses me the fuck off, I don't want retribution. I really don't. I just want her to leave me and mine the fuck alone. Stay on your side of the fucking drive and we'll stay on ours. Don't say so much as go fuck yourself to any one of us - especially my kids. They know you're an evil Nazi bitch, and if it weren't for their good natured hearts, they would tell you to get fucked quicker than I could. But they're great kids, so they don't. They leave that up to me.
Ah... I LOVE THE SMELL OF FRESH VICTORY IN THE MORNING!

1 Comments:

Blogger barista brat said...

hoorah for your victory!

7:41 PM  

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